March 14. Happy Birthday my friend. 10 years. 10. Seems like a lifetime ago in some respects and in others it seems like yesterday I brought this tiny fluffball home to live with me. Ten years of him waking me up in the morning wanting to be spooned or have his tummy rubbed. Ten years of him getting so excited when he gets to go with me places that he pokes me every few minutes just to check that we are still going. Ten years.
A few days ago I found a little journal I had started when he was just a baby. I wanted to write down all the new things he was discovering so I wouldn't forget. There's been so much since then that I should write a book. Since May 11, 2000 (the day he came home) he's been the funniest, most affectionate, most needy furball I've had the honour of spending time with.
Ten years of nicknames, Mr. Squishypants, Little Monkey, Q, Q-Ball, Peekieboo. Ten years of his quirks - the hate of linoleum, stairs, the dark and being left alone. Ten years of worrying about him like a child through his rare bouts of seizures and vet bills. Ten years of happy walks and adventures to Spruce Meadows.
All my friends understand how powerful my love of this dog goes and upon meeting him completely understand it. He's a joker, he's a goofball, he's a child seeking attention. Ten years and he hasn't changed a bit.
To Quincy, my best furry friend in the whole wide world - I love you!
